"'Were you asked to tea?'
I shall be glad to have a cup.'
'Were you asked?'
'No,' I said, half smiling. 'You are the proper person to ask me.'
She flung the tea back, spoon and all." (Wuthering Heights, pg. 9)
I'm just going to say it right now: I hate Lockwood. Hate with a capital H. If he were a real person, he would be exactly the kind that I can't stand: the kind that smile at you when you're really mad, that act like they know better than you, that are really condescending. That is Mr. Lockwood to a t. He's so oblivious to how much no one really likes him! I swear, this man grew up being told he was the bee knees and eating yogurt. I don't know why he'd be eatting yogurt, but it's something I wish I were doing right now. Greek is my favorite, especially with the kind that the fruit is at the bottom of and you have to stir it up and stuff. Go Greek! hehehe.
Anyways, all I'm trying to say during this post is that I hate Lockwood and he better shut up the rest of this story. I don't care that he feels light-headed or whose fault it is! That's something else: the man never owns up to anything being his own fault. EVER.
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